The Extra Can't be A Hero

Chapter 281: Isadora Elune (2)

A few days later—just as the world seemed to find a fragile moment to breathe—the calm was shattered by breaking news that rippled across nations like a silent scream.

Modsey was gone.

Not destroyed. Not besieged. Not reduced to rubble or ash.

The city itself still stood. Its towering casinos remained lit by enchanted crystals. Marble streets lay uncracked, immaculate as ever. Ports were still crowded with unmoved ships, their sails furled as if their crews might return at any moment.

Taverns, bathhouses, and pleasure halls stood intact, doors ajar, tables set, wine left half-drunk. Yet Modsey—once the most infamous city of sin in the Hyades Republic—had become a perfect ghost town.

There were no corpses.

No signs of struggle. No bloodstains, broken doors, or scorch marks.

Every bed was empty. Every street is silent. Not a single cry had been recorded, not a single alarm triggered.

It was as if, in the span of a single heartbeat, every living soul within the city had simply vanished into thin air.

The Hyades Republic dispatched agents immediately. They combed the city district by district, probing with divination, soul-sensing arrays, and ancient relics meant to detect demonic residue. They found nothing.

No lingering aura of mass slaughter. No spatial collapse. No evidence of forced teleportation or ritual sacrifice on a scale large enough to erase an entire metropolis.

In the end, the investigators returned empty-handed. Modsey was officially classified as the result of a Demon Cult operation beyond the Republic's current understanding—and quietly added to a growing list of horrors they could neither explain nor prevent.

What the Republic did not know was that the Demon Cult itself was just as stunned.

Modsey had been meant to serve as the Demon Empire's commercial heart—a neutral ground where trade, resources, and influence could flow freely without interference. Entire supply chains had been rerouted through the city. Fortunes invested. Alliances secured.

All of it was gone overnight.

Worse still, their most significant asset had vanished with it.

Nirvana Karnam, Pope of the Utopia Church—the cult's carefully cultivated trump card—was missing.

The Prophet had poured an untold amount of resources into Nirvana's rise, grooming him personally, shaping his faith, and bestowing upon him the Prophet's own precious eyes.

For such a man to disappear without warning, without a trace, and without explanation… It was not a failure.

It was treason of the highest order.

And yet, the Demon Cult could not afford to let the Hyades Republic sense weakness.

To admit confusion, or worse—loss of control—would invite immediate retaliation.

Thus, the truth of Modsey was buried. Publicly, the Demon Empire maintained silence. Privately, the Prophet's fury shook the inner circles of the cult.

Under his command, Kieran mobilised reinforcements in secret—elite hunters, inquisitors, and shadow operatives dispatched across land and sea. Their mission was simple. Find Modsey's missing asset.

And if Nirvana had truly betrayed them, ensure he would never vanish again.

"Modsey has fallen?"

Amon raised his brows with rightful confusion. There were no indication that Modsey would fall, and even in [Bright], Modsey never once came under siege. As a commercial hub, it attracted merchants from all over, and the Hyades Republic lacked the power actually to take it from the Demon Cult.

Hence, the Demon Cult must have destroyed it themselves.

But why?

It was a mystery, even to Yue, who always seemed to know everything.

"Maybe they were looking for more souls to strengthen their base?"

"But to sacrifice Modsey for that, isn't it too drastic?"

"It is drastic… perhaps the Demon Cult is planning something big."

Yue answered grimly. She knew better than anyone else how dangerous the Demon Cult was. The quieter they were, the more harmful they would become. In fact, Yue wished to charge into the Demon Cult's base right this moment to rid them of their forces. But, it wasn't the time… not yet.

"Should we cut our vacation short?"

Amon almost ran out of the room that instant to call back all of Eldorin. Fortunately, Yue had the presence of mind to stop him from ruining their vacations.

"No, sometimes, rest is the best kind of work. You and I may be different from the rest, but they still need time to recharge and recover before they can give you their hundred percent again."

"That's fair…"

Amon nodded in agreement with Yue's point. Over the past few years, Eldorin had rarely taken any time off. The only times they had a chance to rest were in between missions, which was borderline inhumane. If there were any workplace laws, Amon would have gotten loads of lawsuits by now.

"Then should we leave it be?"

"Of course not," Yue lazily nuzzled her body against Amon's as she got out of bed. "I have sent my spirits to verify it… and I have my suspicions."

"Oh, what would that be?"

"It's either the Demon Cult is planning a mass summoning of Greater Demons to bolster their strength, or… My aunt is about to make her move."

Letting Isadora escape was Yue's biggest regret. If it was the Demon Cult who caused Modsey to fall, so be it. They could deal with a few more Greater Demons. But, if it were Isadora who managed to get her hands on that many souls…

The next Calamity was all but inevitable.

"Didn't you injure the Apostle of Lust?"

"Gravely," Yue vividly recalled landing a killing blow, but she couldn't have known that Isadora had a life-saving trick up her sleeve. "But, even if she's injured… she can summon a Demon Gate. And with the souls from Modsey… it might be possible."

"The Apostle of Lust… what kind of person is she? I'd never asked."

"She's… my mother's sister. One that betrayed humanity for her lust for demons."

Yue gritted her teeth as she recalled the bitter memories of the past.

"My aunt… she never once found humans attractive. No matter how many men courted her, she rejected them all without exception. From a young age, her fixation was singular and absolute—the Demon Race."

Yue continued her monologue in a restrained anger.

"Back then, no one understood the depth of her obsession. To the outside world, she was simply a prodigy—a gifted summoner capable of controlling a monarch-tier Spirit. Even within the family, she was praised as a once-in-a-generation talent. But that was only the surface."

Amon watched his lover struggle to get the words out, mainly cause of her seething rage.

"What none of us realised was that her true power, and her true madness, lay far beneath."

Yue's voice got softer, but carried far more weight.

"She devoted herself to the study of demonic summoning in secret, experimenting endlessly. She failed again and again, each attempt more reckless than the last. And all the while, she made sacrifices—human sacrifices—without our knowledge."

Disgust coloured her voice, amplifying her wrath for the Apostle of Lust.

"Yet she never stopped. Her obsession only deepened, her hunger sharpening with every failure. Until one day… she succeeded."

"In the very heart of the Elune House, she summoned a Greater Demon. My grandfather was away at the time, leaving my mother responsible for dealing with the catastrophe. She arrived prepared to destroy the demon before it could fully manifest, to save what remained of our family."

"But my aunt wouldn't allow it."

"She stood in my mother's path, shielding the creature she had summoned. And in that moment of hesitation—of interference—my mother was killed. Not by the demon alone. But by my aunt's choice."

Yue completed her recollection as her body trembled.

"She killed my mother; so I'll kill her."

"I'll help you."

Amon didn't hesitate to say those words, and Yue simply smiled. She interlocked her fingers with Amon's before saying:

"I know you will."

The two glanced at each other. Even though the sun was already high in the sky, the pair remained in bed and gradually closed the distance between their lips. However, before they could touch and continue with their midday tryst, the skies above Solfea changed.

A crushing pressure slammed against the gates of the Solaris House, sending shockwaves rippling through the land as the earth itself groaned in protest. The ground fractured, tremors racing outward as if the world were on the brink of collapse.

The defences of the Solaris House, which had stood the test of time, started to fracture.

From afar, a putrid tide of demonic mana erupted into the sky, rolling across the horizon and poisoning everything it touched.

Fields withered. Ley lines screamed. Even the air grew heavy and foul.

Above, the sun burned brighter than ever, as though resisting some unseen force. Then the light began to twist. A vast vortex of pure demonic energy unfurled across the heavens, swelling until it eclipsed the sun itself.

Darkness swallowed radiance, and the sky warped beneath its presence.

The vortex expanded violently, dragging in the solar mana Solfea had amassed over countless years, devouring it with terrifying hunger. Sensing the calamity, Amon and Yue jolted and leapt from their bed, rushing outside without a second thought.

But before either of them could act…

Time stopped.

The howling winds fell silent.

The churning vortex froze mid-rotation.

The protective formations surrounding the Solaris House were shredded in an instant, unravelling like paper before a flame.

Sound itself vanished, leaving behind a suffocating void.

The world held its breath. This was no mere Emperor. No, it was the arrival of an existence that stood beyond all known hierarchies—something that surpassed anything the world had ever witnessed before.

Step… Step… Step…

A young demonic man stepped through the other side of the void. His skin was a deep, burning crimson, etched with black tattoos that pulsed with demonic runic power, each sigil breathing as though alive.

With every pulse, invisible waves of corruption rolled outward, distorting the air itself.

From his back unfurled two massive draconic wings, their scales dark and jagged, radiating oppressive might. An untold number of crimson orbs hovered around him, orbiting in silent, deliberate paths, each one thrumming with condensed destruction.

Four horns crowned his head like a symbol of absolute sovereignty, their presence regal rather than grotesque. Heat poured from his body in suffocating waves, so intense that the air grew thick and painful to inhale.

The ground beneath him began to scorch and warp.

Even the Solaris House Knights—warriors trained to endure searing battlefields and solar forges—felt their breaths grow ragged, as though they had stepped into a furnace turned mercilessly high.

As the demonic mana began to settle, a cold dread crept into Amon's chest—an emotion he had not felt in a very long time.

The existence hovering in the sky was no Demon Count. No Marquis.

Nor was it an Apostle who had clawed their way upward.

For a presence this overwhelming… There was only one possible answer.

A Demon Prince.